Grey Mornings {Luther}

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan opened her blue eyes before shutting thme quickly it stung to oepne them so she kept them shut, groaning she rolled onto her back and opened them slowly looking at the dripping ceiling. It had been a full two months since she last saw home, and this war was taking it's tole on everything. She had been a POW for two months two weeks off from three, she had been patching up Nazi soilders under orders of Luther a nazi capitan that had raped her when she first came to the camp.

But now she was stronger yes he still tried to advance on her form time to time but she always managed to hurt him before he really tried anything, last week she had cut his lips, those soft welcoming lips, no!.

What was she thinking Joan rose from her lying position wearing a dirty grey tank and black pants, she was barefoot but they had given her boots to walk around in when it was necessary. She gave a long frustrated sigh and ran both hands though her hiar before tieing it into a loose messy ponytail.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Luther approached the housing area (shes there now lol) passing a few soldiers whom nodded to him, their shepherds close at foot on tight leashes. It was a dull morning indeed. Though the captain had been awake very early he still felt more alive than ever. The gunshot wound was healing nicely too. He had a german doctor handle that, he didn't trust this British one yet. Though she'd been helping his own, he wasnt going to be taken off guard again. For two months Luther allowed her to think she was gaining something on him. A few good hits, well said words, you name it. None of them really made a difference, Luther knew in the end; she was trapped, and nothing she said would change it. At least he hoped his higher powers didn't bargain with her, else if his fatherland lost the war, he would be put to death. He couldn't exactly use lust as an excuse and the only orders he was following was his own.

Moments before he entered a few german words were said in orders, an officer and youth entered the building, they spoke in german but the announcement of Hauptmann Luther Von Ritterschwarz was obvious. Luther entered, his uniform was in perfect form, being a known horsemen he always wore shiney kneehigh black riding boots, with a horse riding whip in one hand. As it was today he had been riding so his spirits were in good form. He walked over to her bed smiling, as always it looked like a smirk but he was genuinely smiling, his whip was firmly gripped in both hands behind him non-threaten, he spoke in his usualy thick accent, his tone bright and airy. How he loved a cold german morning. "Doktor! I in good mood today" without invitation he sat on the bed, facing the door. "So good I allow you day off" It was strange that he was so happy but it only just happen, the supply train had arrived bringing Red Cross supplied for the POW and food, clothing, medicine and new prisoners arrived on a train. The new supply meant fresh meals for not only his germans but also the Prisoners.

"Food is no longer rational, and nutrition has been increased by my officials to three meals daily, soup for main meal consistance thick not thin. You have recieved a parcel from home by Red Cross." He stod from the bed, still facing the door "You may claim it, at my quarters. Rollcall has been split into group to avoid long waiting and standing in the harsh cold." He took a few steps toward the door and turned on the spot, bringing the whip infront of him and snaking his hands around it, more like a threat "You will come with me" He left conversation there. A good morning always made better with a fight. God Luther loved his job.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan's green/blue eyes flickered to the entrance door where the nazi entered she was in the mood today to see him or at least tolerate him, she never in a good mood to see him but today he looked to be in an alright mood. She flinched slightly when he sat down upon her stil lwarm bed she looked him over, forever dressed in the intimmedating uniform, a nazi uniform she had to keep reminding herself.

Joan let a smirk play on her lips "a parcel for me, someone must be missing me" she said as she watched him ever so carefully walk back towards the door, he held that damn horse whip, she had remebered the first time he had hit her with that, the first day she arrived at the POW camp. That was two months ago, and in those two months she had learned a fair good amounth of German and was not afraid of the officers.

The only one that still made her cringe and become scared was Luther, to an extent, other times and Joan knew he felt it on one or two occasions they had a deeper connection going on. Joan rose from her bed and slipped on her black combat boots and wlaked over her arms folded to cut out the biting cold. She looked up to Luther then to the door behind the tall man "lead the way" she said motioning with her hand for him to show her to where her 'parcel' was being held.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

The Nazi watched her reaction to the whip, his best friend and her worst, he had to admit he felt pity for those under his command. Luther smiled at her comment about someone missing her, someone probably did miss her, family maybe friends. The allies would have missed her dearly too because she was a doctor and everyone knew they were in short supply. It only just occurred to the German that someone else might be missing her, a love. At this thought, his smile diminished and he wondered what the package was now. Of course it was pre-checked by someone but not by him. Luther suddenly felt a gut twinge of jealousy, his grip on the whip tightened and began to almost grind. Keeping his demeanor, he sharply drew in breath with his nose, and even stiffened a bit more (if that was possible) the sucking on his teeth noise periced the quiet murmur of the building.

When she approached, he watched her every movement from her body language to her facial expressions, trying to read her. It was cold outside and that may have been the reason for folded arms, but it could also be defensive. One would protect the tender stomach. when she gestured the way, he turned abruptly and walked out knowing she would follow. Once outside he realised she must have felt the cold more than he, after all he was fully rugged and clothed, while she wore comission clothes, bulk made for those in the camps. He had full rein of clean dry clothes while she had the same clothes which would have been rarely washed if at all, it was expensive, why would they waste it on prisoners? This gave him a thought and he spoke to her again on the way to his finally finished house, still in the grounds of the camp but he was now perminant. "You do not speak much of the good news, I should thought you be pleased. You are doing great job too keeping sickness and injury down. Dr Heinz was have trouble on his own"

He directed her through a path that was less worn down, it was easier to walk on without slipping, though the sleet almost counteracted that anyway. He continued, his voice more like a slow drawl than the abrupt bark of normal military men "I've been promoted too, Chief Commandant of this camp" He didn't expect her to be pleased of that but he had to rub it in, that as commandant, he controlled all efforts of swapping prisoners in his camp. Unless of course it was forced onto him but he believes his higher powers would keep the aid of a doctor rather than trade her for 10 soldiers who - according to the Geneva convention - weren't allowed to fight again anyway. They both approached a vehicle where a driver was warming his hands on the bonnet. The man quickly jumped into the car and started it, pleased he didn't need to crank it again. Just before getting in he stopped and turned around "I have a offer for you, it involves better sleeping quarters and food quality. Are you interested?" Luther would have been a gentleman and offered his hand for her to get in first but didn't think she would take his gesture anyway. Instead stepped into the car himself and moved over to give her room to sit next to him, also gesturing for her to get in while adding "How does that sound?"

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan didn't say a word all the way to the car. How far was his office, or the building where he speant most of his time?. Her eyes watched him as he walekd and an eyebrow went up when he started telling her of his promotion, why would she care, and why would he care to have her care?. It seemed odd, Luther was being overly nice and in Joan's mind that meant the worst.

With her pale arms still folded she unwrapped them from her slender body to pull himself up into the car, she noticed he had moved over for her, odd yet again in a way. She sniffed and ran the top of her hand under her nose, it was chilly and a cool wind was picking up. She folded herself into the corner of the car, but relized that did nothing as they drove off, making the wind harsher.

Joan's eyes flickered to the capitan and she gave a frustrated sigh at what she was about to do, shifting towards Luther just enough for her bare arm to go aganist his jacket's fabric, his body heat was actually warming her, not alot but slightly. She knew he'd noticed, but she hoped he wouldn't make notice of it outloud. A sour and distaste look on her face from being this close to him.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Luther, was reorganising his leather gloves while she got in and only once they started did he stop and come to attention with her again. The wind was more bitter but the reassurance of the house and fire kept Luther from huddling too. Because she wasn't answering he decided to stay quiet, at least until she was out of the cold, perhaps it was why she was bitter. When she shifted over to him, he did indeed notice and a smirk crept to his lips, he also aloud a small chuckle to escape his vocals, before he turned to look at her "Quite cold isn't it?" He turned and faced the front again, still very much smiling. The vehicle pulled up out front a two story villa, two dogs jumped to attention both shepherds and hysterically barking at them. Luther called them by name and they both whimpered and sat down, their tails swinging wildly. When he approached them they tried very hard to contain their excitement, but still slowly inched closer for his hand to pat them. Very obedient but like his guards, very submissive. He gave each a bit of a rub and turned to face the doctor.

"They don't bite unless you run" Luther released his hand from their heads and they both bounded around him, until he told them to sit down, in which they ran to their kennels and did as they were told. The German walked up the stairs to the villa and waited for Joan to follow, as she did he held the horsewhip in front of him, knowing it was threateningly but not actually trying to scare her. He allowed her to walk in first, the only sign of gentleman'y gesture he gave. Once inside he closed the door and took his coat off. The house was warm from the fire and quite cosy with small table and chairs to the side, curtains and sheers on the windows and furnished rather tastefully for authentic historical design.

On the table sat a package, directed to Joan herself, next to it sat a pistol, it had been cleaned but Luther failed to hide it again. Never mind, it wasn't loaded anyway, he wasn't sure if she would know either. Luther head nodded at the package, giving her permission to open it. But he watched carefully, curious as to what it was, that same feeling of envy rising up in his throat. Not normally does he special treatment to prisoners, they were usually just given their packages bulky, to fight it out them self. Joan was special. She was the only decent woman with a bite to match. She was also the only woman to give Luther complete satisfaction, even if she tried not to and tried, almost uselessly, to hide her own. He stepped over to her to get a closer look, the letter was in English and he had no hope it understanding the written word unless he focused. Luther's thick accent suddenly broke the icy silence, just behind her, his voice was paced; showing he still had to think to speak in English "When you're ready, you may have a bath and change into something more... clean and feminine"

OOC: You can decide who it was from and what it is lol

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan followed Luther and stopped some way from him when he had to pet and stroke his dogs, they were very adorable but she knew that they belonged to the Germans, not to meantion Luther, and Joan knew that if she did run they'd kill her. But she wasn't a stupid woman, she wouldn't even have dreamed of running, she wouldn't even make it as far as the wired fence.

When inside she immediatly felt a rush of warmth run over her arms, face and all around body. She sat herself down in one of the chairs closest to the door removing the wet heavy boots, she set them aside and ajusted her messy ponytail. When fixed she stood and went to the table, looking that package over with her green eyes. A smirk came to her lips, it was from Jenna a doctor she had worked with back home.

She turned her head slightly and relized Luther was behind her trying to look at the pacage, she decided to make a joke to lighten the atmosphere. "It's from a ladyfriend, so you don't have to worry" she said then managed to give a light laugh afterwards. Opening it she removed the paper to find it was a thick dark grey jacket, she took it from the box and unfolded it. It was a trenchcoat but cut to fit a woman. She went to the chair she sat on earlier and placed it on it.

Going back to the package her eyes looked to Luther before she too kthe letter "that is all that was in there, you can dispose of it" she said in a monotoned voice. She looked around the room before spotting a small square table. Going over to it she sat herself down and read the letter. It wasn't anything special, just that she was missed and that Jenna hoped she was alright. She wasn't but she wasn't gonig to write back. She didn't want to make her friend upset.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

When she commented that he didn't need to worry, he stepped back away from her quickly, not wanting her to get too much of an idea that he was indeed jealous. Though she calmed his nerves by saying it was a ladyfriend. The evil twange of envy faded away and Luther loosened up (only a bit) He picked up the pistol that wasnext to the box and walked into a living room area, you didn't see him but you heard him put the weapon somewhere and then a rattle of glass. He came out with a bottle a german beer and two glasses. The Nazi put both on the table and filled them up half way. Picking up both glasses, he walked over offering her one by placing it on the table infront of her. He wondered if she could handle german beers or even if she would take it.

He looked at her carefully reading, then turned away and picked up the packaging, again walking into the living room, obviously tossing it into the fire. He had picked up something else and walked into the entry area, dumping a large box, with ribbon, quite forcefully onto the table which she was at before. He wasn't angry just a little frustrated with her ignorance of everything he said. "About my offer..." he pat the box and moved it aside, to sit at the table and drink. "... As promised, I am villing to give you varm clean clothes, vell prepared food und adequate linen und shelter." He didn't care if he may have been distracting her from reading, after all he was talking to a brick wall anyway.

He leant back into the chair and continued "In return, I vant you." He smiled when he said this, knowing she would probably cringe at the statement, if not in action then in thought. He gave enough time for her to think about the offer then started laughing into his glass as he took a sip. Once he finished drinking the glass he refilled it again and his laughing had stopped. Taking another large sip, as he was a typical drinker, Luther finished it commenting "You can choose to accept but if you don't. You get nothing and I still get you, maybe not by choice or vill, but I do get you." He stood again and went to a linen cupboard, pulling out a clean blue towel and soap, with French hair conditioner and shampoo.

He put all of them onto the table with the box and sat down again, taking the glass in his hand, refilling and drinking it. "These, for your bath. After you may put this on" He tapped the box again, then pulled out a cigarette from its case and match box from his pocket. he didn't light it though, merely played with it. A smirk crossed his features, as he did so.

[Dr. Joan L. Wellington]

Joan watched as Luther moved around the room she never moved or even shifted. And she did not cringe at his offer of an exchange for, food, shelter and clothes, that he wanted her. In a strange way she wanted him, he was an attractive man and Joan had never seen an English man handle himself the way luther did.

She rose and ignored the drink and took the box with the hygiene products and clothes. She walked past Luther in sitting in his chair and a smirk formed on her lips as she went into the bathroom. After she had finished she felt clean, smelled clean and looked clean. She wore a white button up blouse and a black skirt that reached just above her knees. She was still barefoot and patting her wavy red hair with a warm soft towel when she enetered the room where Luther still was.

"I accept" she said in a monotoned voice before placing the towel onto the table. Looking over her shoulder she couldn't help but give a faint smirk, it wasn't unpurpose, she didn't even thnk about it. Walking over to him she crouched slightly and took the smoke from his fingers placing it on the table. Joan leaned in a hand gong to his shoulder before she pressed her lips to his. Lingering there for a moment she pulled away and lifted her leg before straddling onto his lap. A lustful look on her face as she leaned in to kiss his cheek.

[Luther Von Ritterschwarz]

Luther watched her leave wondering if she was just going to take the stuff and decline. He stayed where he was, drinking, wondering what to do with the prisoners of war, how to organise them better and keep them from rebelling against him, while still giving nothing to be happy about. It was a very good thing he could hold a lot of liquor else he would be almost passed out at this stage, with the amount of drinking he had been doing. The German heard her come out and stopped drinking but didn't turn around to face her. When she accepted his offer he smiled to himself, satisfied he got what he wanted. He didn't realise at all she too got what she wanted. While watching her put the towel on the table, he noticed her small smirk and for the first time reconised she had far more potential than she was letting off.

Luther felt her hand on his shoulder and the fact she leant into him. He didn't move closer to her, making sure she was doing everything, so Luther could better understand her, after all this was a big shock to him, though he enjoyed every second of it. She finally straddled him and bent into the kiss but Luther grabbed her face almost gently, the memory of the first kiss making him lighter. He tilted her head up and leant into his neck, scrapping his teeth over the delicate flesh. How he longed to bite it and draw the blood. He loved inflicting pain, whether it was sexual or abusive, there was just something about hearing a whimper. As his mind ran about, he bite down but quickly released and pulled back from her. Releasing her head and leaning back into the seat.

His hand rested on the small of her back the other lightly rubbed her waist "Not such a bad idea now?" He seemed to be refering to the fact she usually refused his advances and now shes making them. He mused the fact she put the clothes on when she had already decided they would be going soon. He looked at her, his hands rising to her head and hair, locking her in, he pulled her lips to his, without thinking, he ran his tongue over hers and then into her mouth. His antics became more demanding as he pushed forward to get a stronger angle. While releasing his right hand, he fumbled with his belt buckle, it was difficult so he gave up and went to his coat buttons, which were much easier. He decided to test something with her, and pulled his lips from hers, his voice was hoarse and a bit breathless "Help me with my pants?"